Page 97 of Hungry As Her Python

She peeled her clothes away and mine like she couldn’t wait another second.

And I was so there for that.

Waving her hand, my sweet Witch cast a shedding spell that had us both down to our birthday suits, and my hands—fuck, my hands—couldn’t decide where to land first.

The generous curve of her hips?

The plush softness of her breasts?

The silky weight of her hair?

It was like sensory overload, but I could handle it. Handle her.

Hell, I was born to do just that.

“Come here, Sugar,” I hissed, sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth.

I traced the curves of her soft body lovingly, carefully, laying us both down atop her firm mattress.

“Need you, Conrad,” she whimpered.

“You got me, Sugar.”

Then I slid into her tight, wet sheath, and it wasn’t just heat that surrounded me.

It was home.

Her body gripped me like she’d been forged around me, and my Python uncoiled in sheer, unrestrained satisfaction.

Somewhere in that rhythm—thrust, gasp, kiss, sigh—our souls brushed.

A spark leapt, not just in my chest but in my very marrow, like lightning striking ancient stone.

“I’m ready,” she breathed, her voice breaking on a gasp.

Every instinct in me went still.

“Ready?”

Was it finally going to happen? Was she going to let me have her?

My Python coiled inside of me.

“Yes. Make me yours, Conrad.”

My vision tunneled, all sound narrowing to the rush of my own blood.

“I can’t take it back once I do this, Bella. You have to be sure.”

My voice came out rough, the hiss of my other form weaving through it as I drove into her, slow and deep, testing her resolve.

“I’m positive, mate. Claim me,” she moaned—and I felt her body clench around me, the first flutter of her climax already starting.

The Python inside me roared its approval.

My muscles trembled from holding back, but instinct took over.

I flexed my hips first, stroking that secret place inside her. The one that made her moan and clench tightly around my cock—making me want to explode.